Th'Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd

Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low

With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse
Like to a potter's veffel fhiver'd fo.

And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kifs the Son left he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay.

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PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom.

LORD how many are my foes!

How many those

That in arms against me rife!

Many are they

That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
No help for him in God there lies.

But thou Lord art my fhield, my glory,
Thee through my story

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Th'exalter

Th'exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and flept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou
Haft fmote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhorr'd

Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

ANfwer me when I call,

God of my righteousness,

In ftraits and in diftrefs

Thou didst me difinthrall

And fet at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.

Great ones how long will ye

My glory have in scorn,

How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity,

To love, to feek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chofe,

Chofe to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to choose he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be aw'd, and do not fin,

Offer the offerings just

Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that say

Who

Who yet will show us good?

Talking like this world's brood;

But, Lord, thus let me pray,

On us lift up the light

Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright.

Into my heart more joy

And gladness thou haft put,

Than when a year of glut

Their stores doth over-cloy,

And from their plenteous grounds

With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and sleep,

For thou alone doft keep

Me fafe where'er I lie ;

As in a rocky cell

Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

Jehovah to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,

The voice of my complaining hear

My

My King and God; for unto thee I pray.

Jehovah thou my early voice

Shalt in the morning hear,

I'th' morning I to thee with choice

Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear.

For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedness delight,

Evil with thee no biding makes,

Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft

Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;

The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft.

But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go

Into thy house; I in thy fear

Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low.

Lord lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of thofe

That do observe if I tranfgrefs,

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.

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